It’s Tana Ramsey week, this week in our house. I’ve been trying to inject some enthusiasm into creating our meals ever since Mr. P figured out that I’ll be dishing up 17,500 family meals over the next say, 16 years.

So, I’ve been cooking from different recipe books from the library and borrowed from friends. So, we’ve had Nigella week, a few Jamie weeks, a retro Linda McCartney week – loved the 80s fashion and food styling photos in that book, Lorraine Kelly week, quite a few Annabel Karmel weeks and as for Hugh Fearnley – well he pops up all over the place. My criteria for a tip-top cookbook is not so much that it has to have recipes for wholesome family food that’s really quick to prepare, but that it has loads of mouth-watering pictures. No pictures. No go. I’m even down-hearted now if there’s only a picture every other page.

Now I’m regularly photographing with a macro lens, everything that comes out of the oven, have I lost the plot? Many of my nearest and dearest think so. But there’s a very rational reason behind all this snapping and blogging. I am embracing my “stay at home mum” status by taking pride and a creative approach to what I’m doing. OK, so I’m often taking photographs of sheep aswell but I think that’s a different matter (Mr. P said today he thinks I should be or have been a shepherdess in a former life!). I’d really like to create a collection of recipes, illustrated with photos, to hand down through the generations.

The first 2 Tana days have been a major success. Tuna steaks with gorgeous oven-baked cherry tomatoes – a big hit yesterday. And today, Mr. P said that the Bakewell slice was and I proudly quote “the best pudding I have ever had”. Wow! And we all thought it was Gordon Ramsey who was effing brilliant with food.